Becca Bellamy
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Your Cuckolding - Part 18
🕑 Added 2021-09-01 06:43:10 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Are you going to be good for your cucksitter?” your wife asked as you stood at the door with her.
“Yes,” you answered.
“If you’re good while I’m gone I’ll let you clean my pussy when I get home,” she said. “Okay?” You nodded. Your wife leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. “Have fun.”
She left for her night with Alec and you turned around to see Leah standing within earshot. She was dressed in knee high black leather boots, a black skirt that ended a few inches above her knees, and a remarkably tight, low cut sweater that seemed to have been paired with a push-up bra, making her breasts look fantastic.
“She said that like it would be a reward for you,” Leah said. “Cleaning her pussy, that is.”
Though you’d enjoyed servicing Leah earlier that week, you were still a little uncomfortable with the idea of spending a night alone with her, so you were slow to respond.
Her face softened and she stepped closer. “There’s no need to be nervous,” she said. “I promise. Earlier this week, when Sarah shared all those details about your sex life and when you ended up on your knees between my legs, it was incredible. I was so turned on and I really did cum so hard. I just want to have a little fun tonight.”
She reached out and took your hand. Her skin was warm and soft and her touch was remarkably gentle.
“Of course, Sarah gave me leeway to have that fun in just about any way I wanted,” Leah continued. “She even said I could find a way to punish you if you misbehaved or disappointed me.”
You saw something in Leah’s eyes that made you wonder if she’d take more than a little pleasure in punishing you. Your gut told you it was wise to try and avoid that outcome if at all possible.
“It would be a reward for me,” you said. “Cleaning her pussy, that is.”
Leah took your hand and led you into the living room. You sat together on the couch and she said, “You really find it rewarding to cleaning another man’s cum from your wife’s pussy?”
It was odd – though also a little thrilling – to hear a woman you barely knew talk like that. The word ‘pussy’ rolled off her lips, though, like she actually found it thrilling to say.
“Yes,” you answered. “I can’t explain why, to be honest. I can only say that I get turned on even thinking about it, and while I don’t really like the taste, there’s something about the act of licking Alec’s cum from Sarah’s pussy that turns me on in a way I’ve really never been turned on before. I mean, I feel it all over. My heart pounds. My head feels like it’s floating a little bit. It’s actually better if I’ve watched him cum inside her, too. Something about witnessing the act really makes it so much hotter to do the clean up afterwards.”
“Does that mean you’ll be a little disappointed tonight?” Leah asked.
“Not really, no,” you answered. “It’s still hot. It’s possible that what makes it hotter in person is that I spend so much time watching them fuck that I’m insanely aroused by the time I’m called upon to clean up.”
Leah smiled and leaned a little closer, offering you a view of her cleavage. “Can I confess something?”
“Sure,” you answered.
“This week – two days after you went down on me, actually – I masturbated to the idea of making a man suck cock for me,” Leah said.
You felt a mild stirring between your legs as Leah’s obvious arousal – and she wasn’t doing anything to hide it – seemed to rub off on you.
“That was the thing that stuck with me,” she said. “The thought of you sucking cock for your wife. The thought a man – a straight man, no less – being willing to get on his knees and suck dick at his wife’s request is the hottest thing in the world to me. I had no idea it was even a possibility, let alone something I’d be interested in, but the moment I heard Sarah say it, it clicked with me. My pussy gushed. I gushed when I masturbated to the idea. Is that crazy? Am I crazy?”
You shook your head. “Not at all. I know Sarah likes it. I don’t know if it’s the power of it that she gets off on or the symbolism of it, but I know she likes it more than she expected too.”
“I can see why,” Leah said. “I just love the idea of a man being willing to make that sacrifice for me. To do something that would disgust most straight men and to do it regularly. Plus, sucking a dick so it can then fuck me. God, that’s so hot. It’s just so hot.”
Leah’s arousal surprised you. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect going into your night with a cucksitter, but the kind of lust she was emanating was an unexpected development.
“Have you ever thought about cuckolding your husband?” you asked.
“Dave? Oh, no. He’s not the type. Trust me. He’s kind of the opposite,” Leah said. “He’s all alpha male, and I know women are drawn to men like him and he’s really good in bed, but I guess my time with you and Sarah showed me that I’m into other stuff, too. Or at least I’m into the fantasy of it.”
“Well, do you want to try and have a little fun with the fantasy?” you asked. You wanted Leah to give your wife a good report when she got home, but you also felt oddly compelled to try and fan the flames of the kinky energy emanating from Leah.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Imagine Dave’s here,” you began. “Imagine he’s the sort of man that would come over here for a kind of fun you probably haven’t had in your marriage. Imagine he’s sitting next to you on the couch. Imagine his pants are off and your fingers are wrapped around his cock. Imagine he’s soft and you want him to be hard as a rock so he can fuck you.”
Leah smiled and closed her eyes. You saw her fingers encircle an imaginary cock. They even moved up and down just a little like she was jerking her husband off in her head.
“Now imagine I’m there with you. Imagine I’m everything Sarah described. Imagine I’m willing to serve you, Leah, because it pleases me to do so,” you said. “Imagine that for one night I’m your cuckold. Maybe it’s a future cucksitting night. Maybe you’ve convinced Dave to try something new and wild. If all of that was happening, if all of that was true, what would you want me to do, Leah?”
Leah opened her eyes and looked at you. A devilish smile crossed her face and it looked as though a shiver of pleasure moved through her body. “I’d want you to suck cock for me,” she said. She bit her lower lip and moaned as if merely speaking the words had made her pussy throb with desire.
“You’d want me to suck Dave’s cock?” you asked.
Leah nodded. “I’d want you to get on your knees and suck my husband’s cock,” she said. “I’d want you to be a fucking cocksucker for me.”
You watched the arousal build. You heard it in the increased aggression in her voice. You scooted a little closer and put your hand on her knee. Leah spread her legs and your fingers moved up her thigh and towards her pussy.
“I’d be a cocksucker for you,” you whispered. Your fingers found their way between her legs and Leah moaned. “I’d be an eager cocksucker for you, Leah. I’d suck your husband’s dick until it was thick and throbbing and slick with my saliva. I’d be a good cocksucker until he was ready to fuck your wet pussy.”
You pulled aside her panties and slipped a finger into her slick pussy. Leah closed her eyes and moaned as you found her clit and rubbed it in slow, small circles. It felt a little strange to be playing a version of the aggressor in a sexual situation – you hadn’t done that in a while – but Leah was clearly into it and there was something quite pleasurable about embodying the part of a cuckold while leading her down a thrilling path.
“Do you want me to suck his balls, Leah?” you asked. “Do you want me to suck your husband’s big balls?”
“Yes,” Leah answered. “Suck his balls. Suck his big hairy balls. Take them in your mouth. Suck them for me.”
You leaned a little closer and moaned, not unlike you’d moaned before while sucking Alec’s balls.
“Ride him, Leah,” you said. “Ride your husband while you suck his balls.”
Leah moaned like a woman getting fucked. You slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with your thumb. Your cock throbbed – you were having just as much fun as Leah was – and you’d reached a point where you desperately wanted to make her cum.
“Sometimes I eat Sarah’s ass while she’s riding Alec,” you said. “Would you like me to do that for you, Leah? Would you like me to eat your perfect ass while you ride your husband’s big cock?”
Leah pulled away and stood and for a moment you panicked at the idea that you’d pushed things too far, or that she’d suddenly realized how insane it was to let another man finger her while she thought about fucking her husband. Then, Leah unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her panties. She got on her knees on the couch and bent over, offering you her asshole.
“Do it,” she said. “Eat my ass.”
You got on your knees and moved behind Leah. You spread her remarkably sexy ass cheeks and planted your face between them. You ate her ass voraciously. She reached down to play with her clit. She masturbated vigorously as you massaged her anus with your eager tongue.
“Fuck, that feels so fucking good!” she cried out.
You felt her ass cheeks trembling on either side of your face. She was about to cum. You were about to give Leah another orgasm.
“I’m cumming!” she yelled a moment later.
You gently tongued her asshole while she came before collapsing onto the couch. You sat back on your knees with a smile on your face and passed Leah her panties when she’d recovered from her climax enough to want to get dressed.
“Well, that was really something,” she said.
“That was fun,” you replied.
“I wouldn’t mind having a few more of those before the night is over, if I’m being honest,” she said.
“I’m at your service,” you replied. You couldn’t think of a compelling reason to pass up on the chance to make her cum, especially since you were certain it would thrill your wife if you did so.
“So,” your wife said as she walked into the bedroom. “It seems like you and Leah had a fun night.”
You assumed Leah had told your wife about the trio of orgasms you’d provided and it seemed as though she was genuinely pleased with your behavior. “We did,” you said. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Take your clothes off,” she demanded.
You stripped and she did the same.
“She said you helped her fantasize about having you suck her husband’s cock,” your wife said as she approached and reached out to grab your cock.
“I did,” you replied.
“You’re my cuckold,” she said with a level of harshness in her voice that caught you off guard.
“I know,” you said. “I was just…I was just trying to be good for my cucksitter. She seemed so turned on about the idea of a man being willing to suck cock for her that I thought I’d conjure up a little fantasy.”
Your wife looked furious and you feared that you’d made a colossal mistake. Then her face softened and she stroked your cock instead of crushing it like you feared she would. “I know,” she said. “But you’ll never suck Dave’s cock. You’ll never actually eat Leah’s ass while her husband fucks her. You’ll never clean her messy pussy. Do you understand? You’re my cuckold and I’m not loaning you out to my friend.”
“Of course,” you said.
Your wife stepped closer. Her nipples brushed against your chest and she smiled. “Alec fucked two loads of cum into my pussy,” she whispered. “He made a mess of it.”
She pressed her pelvis forward and rubbed the tip of your cock between her labia. You shuddered at the pleasure of feeling her incredible wetness around the head of your dick.
“Would you like to fuck me?” she asked.
“Yes,” you said. “Yes, please.”
“It’s a shame that you spent your night fantasizing about being a cuckold slut and offering your mouth to Leah and her husband,” your wife said. “Otherwise I would have let you have sloppy seconds.”
“I was just doing what I thought you wanted me to do,” you said.
“I know, but you thought wrong,” she replied. “So you don’t get to fuck me. Now get on your knees and clean Alec’s mess from my pussy. And don’t you dare masturbate. You don’t get to cum tonight.”
You sank to your knees. You put your tongue in your wife’s pussy. You cleaned Alec’s load out of her. Your cock throbbed. You liked being denied any of the pleasure you craved. You even liked that mild sense of anger emanating from your wife. It made her seem unpredictable. You liked that. You wanted more of that. You cleaned her pussy like a good cuckold. She let you give her an orgasm, too, showing you that she wasn’t anywhere near as mad as she might have seemed.
“I’m sorry for the stuff with Leah,” you said afterwards. “I should have known better.”
“Yes, you should have,” your wife said. “I should have been more explicit, too. I was fine with you eating her pussy or her ass, and to be honest, I didn’t know I’d be so possessive of you as my cuckold until Leah told me about your night, so even that’s not really your fault.”
You cuddled up with her in bed and said, “I like that you’re possessive. I like being your cuckold. I like that you want me to stay your cuckold.”
“Good,” your wife said as she ran her fingers through your hair. “Because I’m fairly certain you’re going to be my cuckold for the rest of our marriage.”
You looked up at her and asked, “Really?”
“Alec and I won’t last forever – these sorts of relationships don’t seem like they’re built to last – but barring a disastrous end to our relationship, I’m going to want to keep cuckolding you. It’s too satisfying not to. Plus, now that I’ve seen you suck cock and eagerly eat another man’s cum from my body, it’s hard to look at you exactly the same way. I still love you and I still want to be married to you, but it’s not the same,” she confessed.
“I know,” you replied. “I got turned on talking Leah through a fantasy of me sucking her husband’s cock tonight. I’m clearly not the same.”
“Neither of us is,” your wife said. “That’s a good thing, though. People change. Marriages change. I think we’ve changed for the better. It turns out that my husband likes sucking cock and eating cum if he’s doing it for me. It turns out that I really like the idea that my husband wants to suck cock and eat cum for me.”
Your dick was hard again. The conversation was a little bit scary, but that seemed to thrill you.
“I think I’d do just about anything for you,” you said.
“Maybe I’ll put that to the test,” your wife replied. She pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around her body and held her tight. You wondered what else she could ask of her cuckold husband.
